A man who seemed to be wearing an employees uniform a simple plain white dress shirt a black tie that hung down to his waist as well as black dress pants, on the left side of his chest he wore his name tag reading "Ethan".
He walked into a dark back room the red door pressed against the black and white checker walls he flipped the light switch inside he saw a small box tv beside it a VHS tape, as well as a VHS player.
Ethan's eyebrow raised a little "hm?, what's this" Ethan questioned "Mr. Afton never told me we had a Tv back here... Now that I think about it I've never come back here" he slowly walked towards the tv on a desk pressed against the wall.
His hands reached for the VHS tape inserting it to the vhs player before then pressing the power button the sound from the tv blaring throughout the backroom startled Ethan checked for buttons on the side of the tv turning down the volume.
He then heard a voice come from the tv "so... What now?" The voice was familiar to Ethan it sounded like Harley Afton the adoptive son of William Afton and the meneger at fazbears diner.
"We play it cool" a voice responded "we hid the bodies perfectly even moved the animatronics to a different location they'll never suspect us."
Ethan was intrigued his eyes squinting as he focused more on the conversation between the two men "yeah, but I'm not concerned about that I'm concerned about our business missing kids?, that's not going over well with the general public, our statistic state our costumers have gone down by 16%."
Ethan's eyes went wide of course he remembered the missing children's incident it was only a few months ago the tragedy took place he was questioned on the stands he had no information even if he wanted justice.
The other man spoke again "Alright, let's just try to convince everyone it had nothing to do with our business not as easy as said and done, but we'll manage." the tape then shut off
"So you found it" Ethan turned around the shock could be seen in his eyes "M-Mr. Harley, what did you do?!" Ethan questioned his boss his voice had a mix of anger and confusion "are you talking about covering up the deaths of children?" Ethan clinched his fist his eyebrow going down in anger.
"Ethan my boy, I can't let you jeopardize the company, well you were a useful asset, you should've minded your on business"
Harley slowly took steps towards Ethan, in response Ethan took steps backwards his anger disappearing fear taking hold eventually Ethan is backed into a corner his back bouncing against the wall as he gulped.
Harley grabbed a screwdriver from the grey metal desk on the other side of the room putting his hand on Ethan's shoulder "you should really blame yourself for this" Harley finished off his sentence by jabbing the screwdriver into the throat Ethan's now lifeless body slowly falling down to the ground.
"I don't want Unessaey blood on my hands but this was nessasarey" Harley grabbed a towel from the table wiping the blood from the screwdriver before dropping the tool onto the table.
Harley let out a sigh annoyed he had to go through the trouble of hiding the body.
after 20 minutes Harley cleaned up the blood from the floor making it seem as if nothing had even occurred in the room, he had chopped up the body, burning it before hiding the individual burned limbs around the building buried.
Harley Removed the white gloves from his hands throwing them into the trash bin he walked out of the building rotating his wrists to look at his watch the time reading "5:30 am". " oh I'm really late I have things to attend to."
Harley took steps to his car reaching his white mustang opening the door and entering the car, he grabbed his keys from his bag inserting it into the car ignition starting up the engine roaring.
He took off, driving for a while before reaching his shared home in the woods his tires dragging through the mud which was caused from the rain days prior.
He got out his car walking to the house door jiggling the keys a bit before opening the door inside the home all the lights turned off.
His steps towards his room could be heard from outside the rooms his footsteps were heavy clashing against the clean carpet.
He opened his room door, the door softly crashing against his room wall, in his room he had a desk and chair both layed out by the window a singlur desk light on the oak wood desk, stacks of paper on each side of the desk stacked neatly.
Harley sat in his work chair at his desk reaching for his glasses putting them on his face, and turning on his desk lamp pointing it towards the desk he grabbed a paper putting it in front of the light, opening one of the drawers grabbing a pen he prepared to do his paper work.
He kept the lights off as to not wake anyone up writing stuff down on the paper reading the texts on the papers, lawsuits, lawyer payments, business data satistics, and letters and notes from employees.
He let a sigh.